Harold Edward Bindloss

Harold Edward Bindloss

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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss,  The Gold Trail — Chapter XVIII (1910)

“ There was an old man in the railroad camp, played-out and useless. The boys were handling him roughly because he'd spoiled their supper rather often, when Clarence Weston stepped in. The old man, you must understand, hadn't a shadow of a claim on him. Now, those are not nice men to make trouble with when they have a genuine grievance, and there were three or four of them quite ready to lay hands on Weston, while there was nobody who sympathized with him. ”
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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss,  The Gold Trail — Chapter XVIII (1910)

“ Besides, many of them, and certainly most of the small bush ranchers, lead lives characterized by the old heroic virtues that seem to have gone out of fashion in the cities, though you'll find some of them held up for emulation in the Pauline epistles."
Weston gazed at her in blank astonishment. She made a little, half-contemptuous gesture.
"You can't understand that? Well, one really couldn't expect you to. You have never starved your body, or forced it day after day to a task that was crushing you. Those men work in icy water, keep the trail with bleeding feet, and sleep in melting snow.
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